Chapter 2: The Horny Dilemma

Lara rushed home, stripped, hopped in her bed, and jilled off. Although this day she had a new motivation, she had only a small orgasm. She had just never found much pleasure from her own hand. Or from toys, for that matter.

But with the right partner, she could enjoy total satisfaction. It was something about feeling the pressure and weight from another body, and the feeling of being banged over and over. She loved doggie style—when his hips would crash against her butt. And missionary, his pubes hitting hers, nudging her clit with each stroke: bringing fireworks and satisfaction.

“Today is like always, on my own I just don’t get any real relief! So, now what?

“It’s been months since my last relationship. I miss, I need having a guy. Davis is the first I’ve seen in forever that actually starts my engine. But he’s not available. Shit!”

Celia and Lara jointly managed the Human Resources Department for the Centralia Fabrication Corporation. CFC was a business of about 150 employees that manufactured small metal parts for specialty purposes. Celia was the Administrative Manager handling processes like benefits, payroll, and records. Lara was the Personnel Manager in charge of recruiting, staffing, promotions, disputes, and compliance.

They had worked together, successfully, for almost a year in these positions. And, because of their frequent contact, they had become friends. It was a work friendship, though, neither had seen the other’s home, for example.

“I have to decide. If there’s anything I believe, it’s that I should trust my feelings. I want Davis. Whatever part of him I can get. The how, I will leave for later. I didn’t eat at the barbecue, too messy, so I’m going to make dinner and then do some thinking.”

Happily Married

Celia and Davis were back home, as well. She looked down at her shirt, ruefully.

“I never get away with barbecue without getting sauce on my tits. They’re just too big.”

“Blasphemy! Celie, I love your tits. And look, your titless husband is spotted with sauce, too. It’s the clothing’s fault, obviously, so let’s strip.”

“Davis, my love, your answer to every problem is nudity. Lucky for you, it’s my answer too.”

They were nude as often as they could be. The windows on their little bungalow home were all covered by blinds, shades, and curtains, allowing light in while preserving their privacy. In case of unexpected visitors, a long coat hung by the front door.

They left their clothes in the hamper and strolled out the back door to soak in their “hot tub” (jetted spa).

As always, Davis sat opposite his wife so he could watch her tits bobble in the bubbling waters. She actually enjoyed the feeling, because the water’s buoyancy was taking their weight off her shoulders and back.

“So, now you’ve finally met Lara. What do you think?”

Carefully, he answered, “She seems, uh, nice.”

“Oh, relax, big guy. You can say it. Lara is kind of spectacular. Sometimes I feel inadequate sitting next to her.”

“Not in my eyes.”

“I love you, too. It mystifies me that she’s been completely unattached for so long. When we go out for sandwiches, it’s like she’s the flower and the men are honeybees. But she shuts them all down.

“I show my wedding ring, so I get passed over. But, still, their focus is hard on my self-esteem.